Poems
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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I.
THE FATHER.
FATHER of Heaven, and Him, by whom
It, and us for it, and all else for us,
Thou madest, and govern'st ever, come
And re-create me, now grown ruinous:
My heart is by dejection, clay,
And by self-murder, red.
From this red earth, O Father, purge away
All vicious tinctures, that new-fashioned
I may rise up from death, before I'm dead.
II.
THE SON.
O Son of God, who, seeing two things,
Sin and Death, crept in, which were never made,
By bearing one, tried'st with what stings
The other could Thine heritage invade ;
O be Thou nail'd unto my heart,
And crucified again ;
Part not from it, though it from Thee would part,
But let it be by applying so Thy pain,
Drown'd in Thy blood, and in Thy passion slain.
III.
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Already six years past your age!
The steps in Rome,
the house near Hampstead Heath,
& all your fears
that you might cease to be
before your pen had glean'd. . . .
My dear dead friend,
you were the first to teach me
how the dust could sing.
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I remember the way I sat on that bed.
Those words combined my head
You said it wasn't me
You said there was no other girl
But I just almost wanted to hurl
The feet i bruised from falling so hard
You‘ve forever bruised my heart
The last words you said to me play like a melody
Maybe I'm overreacting, but how could I feel it then?
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I thought it was a blood incident
And then the weeks of gestation remained unseen
I misspelled it to be the cramping of a germinating plant ☘️
Although i had several weeks of inching feeling
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Seeking to know,
I crossed the valley of ignorance
and rose from the ocean of truth—
a wave
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I am eternal revolution—
not whisper, but thunder in the marrow,
a storm stitched from proton and neutron,
each cell a crucible, each atom a cry.
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How do you scream in the midst of fear when love is ruined by excessive reliance
And God hears you scream
But silence produces a wasted effort
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A grey feather
catches a slice of morning light,
and his neck—
a little mirror of green and violet—
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I used to be scared of blood
Innocent blood that came out of flowers
Innocent blood that stained my fear
I used to be scared of blood
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This place functions on it own
The people outside
Looks at it with different eyes
Logic happens to them
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I think when i count the stars at night
I'm counting the numbers of luck i want to hit my destiny
Although a pregnant cloud sits in the sky
And hope is held down by storm
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Just some miles away from my door i see her always
A very beautiful girl with lemon 🍋 skin
She has amazing eyes full of stories
Stories about her voice
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When you are near, a spark takes flight,
My heart begins a race tonight.
Adrenaline wakes the nerves inside,
With nowhere left for me to hide.
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The Sky I Saw ☁️☁️ By Teejay Inkheart
The sky I saw was a vast blue map,
And she walked beneath it,
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The spark that was doused before it could ignite,
leaving the womb of birth in eternal darkness,
that moment, that dark second
pushed her to fly from the window above,
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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The Peace Warrior of Mzansi — among heroes, a colossus!
Sun of the Nation, a rare gift of Providence.
Once entangled in the web of a racist succubus,
Unruffled, he declares before High Justice:
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(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
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Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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